The Gamer Chapter 1500 – Divided Gates Meeting Interlewd – Messy, Sticky, Sneaky (Patreon)

John could only marvel at just how effective Rave was at directing the attention of the room towards her. His pink-haired fiancée raised her voice a tad, and, even without holding a speech, she was suddenly the centre of attention. There was no need to create outrage, nor make a fool out of herself, she just was herself and that dazzled all those around her.

‘If she had a political bone in her body, she’d be the most terrifying politician on Earth,’ John thought, then shook his head and laughed. ‘That’s true for most of my harem though.’

Tracing one of the threads of his mind, John established his connection with his smartphone. Then, through Travel Computing, he spiderwebbed outwards, seeking to find something he did not actually know was there. A few responses came. One from Lee, one from Eliana, one from Hailey – and the one from Gnome he was looking for.

“Eee-mhm!” The season elemental let out a sudden and surprised sound. She had been in the middle of a conversation with one of Fusion’s attending merchants. Rigid and fidgeting, she grabbed the edge of her short, red skirt and pulled it down. Nothing she did was covert. Gnome had never been good at even obfuscating the truth.

Breathing hitched and eyes darted around, soon settling on John, who toasted in her direction covertly. Rapidly, Gnome stammered an excuse towards her conversation partner and began stumbling towards John. Her quaking steps grew a little more uncertain as she approached.

John caught the eyes of the man for a moment. They were equally as amused and envious as they were disapproving. Rather than cause potential outrage towards his president, he chose to simply do like everyone else and turned his attention to Rave.

Gnome practically fell against John. Heavily panting, just barely managing to keep that quiet, she trembled, while her arm brushed up his biceps. “J-john, not-…”

“If you didn’t want it here, then why wear it at all?” the Gamer shut down her plea with an immediate whisper. “Come along.”

Gnome had to put a hand on her mouth, to keep the moans muffled. Each step she took was obedience to his order, and therefore an additional surge of pleasure. Keeping her as close as possible, John shielded the autumn elemental from as many eyes as he could. Not that anyone that did spot them would have any doubt about what – exactly – he was doing or going to do.

“John, I’m…. Master, I’m…” the earth spirit whispered, her submission running so much deeper than it usually did. The moment, the grandeur of the event, and the depravity of what she was about to do all ran in parallel.

Shoving her against the nearest wall, John pushed Gnome’s head into the crevice of his shoulder. All of the trembles became one rigid tension. Nose and lips pressed into his suit, her barely suppressed moans muffled by cloth and muscles. Slender fingers tensed into fists. All John could see of the brunette’s face were the hazel eyes. Quivering little orbs, partly hidden by hooded lids, hazy and framed by mildly curly strands that escaped the twin braids wrapped around the sides of her head.

He did not let her orgasm subside, only the loudest part of it pass, before he resumed pulling her along towards one of the corridors that led out of the room. A certain goth slime awaited them near one of them, directing John that she had found a retreat suitable for his impure intentions.

Bent at the hip, Gnome’s little bit of self-control broke down once they had stepped out of view of the crowd. What little was left was lost the instant they stepped into the bathroom.

Gnome collapsed to her knees on the polished, white and beige tiles, while Undine turned the knob under the handle. The lock snapped into place with a satisfying clunk.

It was a public bathroom, but it also was a public bathroom in the most expensive building in the world. The air smelled softly of citrus, every surface and every mirror was flawlessly polished, and the space available belied the presence of a sole toilet and a sink. There were no further utilities around. In terms of a place to have sex, this was entirely unworthy of a man of John’s standing.

Which was exactly what made it so exciting.

John lost no time, dragging Gnome back to her feet. For the cuddle rock, he kept his manhandling as mild as such a thing could be kept. She was a submissive, no doubt, and slightly masochistic. Most of his harem were both to some degree, it just came with the territory. Still, she was both to a lesser degree and so he had to rein in his excesses.

When he pinned her again between himself and the wall, she let out a sharp cry. The walls were several dozen centimetres of stone. No sound would make it through them. Breasts squishing against the wall, the living earth made for a splendid cushion and landscape for his hands to explore. The soft velvet of intertwined leaves that made up her dress was replaced gradually with the marble smoothness of her pale skin.

“Master…” Gnome muttered. She so rarely used that word, but even she would when turned on enough.

“Master,” Undine whispered in his ear. She used it more frequently, and her crystal-clear voice tinged it with adoration and desire.

John turned his head, to receive the kiss of the lusty slime goth. Deep blue lips pressed on his, pleasantly cool, while Gnome’s naked ass rubbed against his crotch. Her shapely little butt was a work of art. Conservative art, none of its curves as juicy or eye-drawing as many of his other women, and by virtue gorgeous all of its own.

The need for release surged ever stronger ahead in John’s mind. What had started as the mild pressure of high Libido left unattended for hours was rapidly turning into a physical necessity.

In one motion, John broke the kiss with Undine and turned Gnome towards the mirror. The exhibitionistic voyeur got a twisted double kick out of seeing her slutty self. One of his hands kneaded her medium sized breast, the other framed the Lover’s Will mark in the span between index finger and thumb. She was nestled against him, like ivy clinging to a tree on its way to the light, her thighs clenched and covered in the flowing wetness of her cunt. Between them, a little pink thread dangled.

John brushed over her clit on the way down to hook a finger into the bow of the thread. Twice, Gnome moaned, once at the touch and once when the vibrator hidden inside her moved to stimulate other parts of her sensitive folds.

“You’ve worn this hoping I would use it,” John whispered to the season elemental. “And you,” his eyes snapped over to the patiently watching slime woman, “watched her just waiting for when I was getting needy.”

Undine responded by shifting her liquid body around, causing her tight dress to fall off, leaving her deep blue form naked and ready for anything he planned to do to her. There was much to consider, but John was too close and too needy to do anything besides yank the ball-shaped vibrator out of Gnome and, one clothes-discarding button press later, replace it with his cock.

“Yes!” Gnome shouted, the ecstasy of penetration overpowering her shyness for just a few seconds. “I was fantasizing about it but I didn’t think you would do it and now… and now…” Her awareness shot back in, just like the crimson rose to her face. “U-uwuwuwuw…. M-master people sawww meeeee.”

“Good, let them know how gorgeous you are when I want you,” the Gamer told her and took hold of her hips.

Gnome’s cunt gripped him in her elementally unique fashion. There were less folds lining her inside, the tunnel smoother and less wet than a normal pussy. Instead, her walls shifted steadily, her earthen flesh combining mud and the gripping of walls. When he moved, the influences of other elements in the leader were readily apparent. Like Sylph’s and Salamander’s, her pussy reacted through swirls and ecstatic heat to his actions, like Undine’s it was swift to reshape, and like Siena’s there were alien protrusions and tendrils that caressed his length even when he was still.

On the outside, Gnome looked like a sweet, moderate woman, but on the inside the voyeur was a freak just like the rest of them. John loved that.

The season elemental cried blissfully while he pounded her hard and fast. All of her concentration was spent on keeping her balance. They were simply standing there, in the middle of the bathroom, with nothing to cling on to.

John’s cock was sensitive all over. Teasing her when he had already been horny had reduced his normally impressive stamina considerably. The situation had a similar effect on Gnome, however, who melted as much under her own glassy eyes in the reflection as she did under those of Undine.

Not wanting to leave the slime girl out of it entirely, John made a spur of the moment decision. “Eat her out,” he ordered Undine, and made room for the order by pulling out. Flowing over as a stream of shapeless slime, quickly reconsolidating in front of the trembling season elemental, Undine was in position just as John pushed the drenched tip of his cock against Gnome’s sphincter.

“Mhhhhhmashhhhteeeeer,” the season elemental screamed as cock and tentacle tongue penetrated her back and front simultaneously. Her backdoor was, like all of the elementals, considerably more human, to the point that John could barely note a difference. For what reason that was, anyone could try to find out. John just cared that he was in the snugly tight insides of one of his women again.

Gnome nearly fell forwards, prompting John to grab her by the upper arms. That was all he did, too busy immediately fucking her backdoor. There was little need to let her stretch for him. In other situations, he still would have done it, but he was too close to make such a prudent decision.

Pumping in and out of the tight grip of her sphincter, John took in the mesmerizing sight of slamming against her ass. Framed between Undine’s hands and his hips, the nicely shaped apple bottom kept on rippling. Glancing up at the mirror, he was treated to her contorted expression, jiggling breasts and the back of Undine’s head while she pressed her face between Gnome’s legs.

Gnome’s eyes rolled upwards, and that was John’s signal to slam all the way into her one more time. His balls tightened, as did the ring of her sphincter. Cum surged intensely up his shaft. Undine’s mouth was flooded with the squirting juices of her fellow elemental. Seed painted the depths of the brunette’s asshole white.

The relief was incredible. John felt… something complicated. Through repeated self-study, he had made sure that his ‘sex addiction’ did not enter the realm of actual addiction. To think of the way he felt after he had pumped the last spurt of cum into Gnome as ‘a fog lifted off his mind’ was therefore not entirely accurate. It was more like his gears had been oiled. He worked better, rather than being no longer impeded. A small but important distinction.

John’s cock twitched, still hard, still surrounded by the tight walls of Gnome’s backdoor. Slowly, he pulled out, letting the quivering season elemental enjoy every centimetre of his rock hard, girthy rod sliding over her superhumanly sensitive insides.

When he was out, he left behind a twitching, agape sphincter. A parting smack to the rear made Gnome shout out in pleasure, a spike in the afterglow of her orgasm. Whatever decided that women’s orgasms lasted that much longer, be it evolution, Gaia or God, definitely had made the right decision. “Off to the side.”

John’s instruction was all Gnome needed, to wobble towards the wall and then glide down to the floor. The voyeur immediately picked up the discarded vibrator. In any other public bathroom, John would have advocated both against sitting on it and picking up anything that had been on its ground, but Romulus wouldn’t have let any part of his palace be anything besides spotless.

A deep hunger sat in Gnome’s hazel eyes, as she teased her clit with the buzzing toy. She shivered, waiting for the scene to continue. She wanted something real to inspire her to lose herself in the scene.

She did not have to wait. Undine extended a monstrous tongue, more of a tentacle really. Its flat surface was rimmed by soft nubs that clung to the side of John’s cock like a custom-fit railing. They wiggled and stretched, massaged the sides, while the centre of the tongue pressed against the underside of his shaft. Dripping with overabundant sticky juices, the tentacle glided upwards. Half a metre of a tantalizingly slow lick, the entire length possessing the massaging side arms, caressed his length. When the tip finally disappeared behind the full lips of the slime, her mouth remained wide open.

John just looked at the goth slime for two seconds. He took in all he could see. Her thick thighs, flattened into pancakes of pure jiggle by her kneeling position. The defined, semi-translucent midriff. The black, swirly lines that fit her colour so perfectly, including the mark above her cunt. Her decently large breasts, incredibly firm. Her slender shoulders, and the hair that, a shade darker and in strands impossible for a true liquid, cascaded over them. The pair of black, deer-like horns. The dark lips, the same shade as her nipples. Her eyes, gold in white, and her pearly teeth, the only bright colours to her.

Sticky juices dripped off her chin. Excess of what she had lapped up from Gnome’s squirting and the product of her own throat. The slime had learned much from the harpy in the harem. Conscious design always looked for the gradual development of nature for inspiration.

When John rammed his cock down her throat, he was immediately reminded of that fact.

To call Undine’s throat sticky would have been to give the word a new level of meaning. Adhesive was almost it, but at no moment that his cock moved inside her did he feel afraid that he would get glued in place. Slimy was probably the most appropriate, despite how redundant it felt.

Through the translucent skin of her bulging throat, he could see his erect cock curving down the hole she had created. Where he met the back of her elastic throat, even his erect cock had to give a little bit. Undine leaned forwards, to make the line as straight as she could, kneeling on the ground. One of the Ego Blades hovered down, to let John get a very nice view of his penetration in profile.

The abundant, sticky juices were replications of Nightingale’s throat-pussy, but when it came to the lining of Undine’s insides, the slime girl had been leaning more into her… deep sea side recently. The Gamer could see them almost as much as he could feel them: a myriad of finger-thick tendrils that caressed his entire length.

By itself, that wasn’t unfamiliar, both Siena and Undine had utilized such things in the past and he had felt a less overt version of this moments earlier inside Gnome’s cunt. Undine, however, pushed this to the alien extreme. He barely felt the walls of her throat anymore, the wiggling, hugging tendrils becoming omnipresent, even spreading up to her mouth.

Undine moaned. As if to advertise how sensitive they were, the tendrils glowed with white bioluminescence through her blue slime. Dense concentration of her sensitive areas meant every little rub against his cock was akin to wiggling a finger inside her pussy. Multiplying this by dozens of times, and the result was a trembling abysstide elemental, that would climax within a few moments, just from having his cock down her throat.

John refused to have it that easy.

Horns gripped, he pulled out of the slimy, delectably alien hole. Thick, clear strands drew between her lips and his groin, as dense as if he had been throatfucking her for several minutes already. Tendrils remained latched onto his dick even as he pulled out. A sight that, John admitted, might have been unnerving in earlier days, but he was so far down the monster girl loving hole that he did not care. That it felt absurdly good certainly helped.

When the tendrils detached, their even girth and rounded tip reminded him of a sea anemone. Not overstaying their welcome, they vanished back into Undine’s mouth once detached. The last couple extended for almost ten centimetres, before letting go of the tip of his cock.

Undine’s eyes flashed red for a split second, an annoyance that her favourite treat was entirely withdrawn from her. Her mouth remained agape, her dark tongue swimming in an ocean of bioluminescent, white nubs, ready to surround his cock again.

‘Oh, the monster girlity,’ the Gamer thought, slowly pushing forwards again. The tendrils inside stretched in anticipation. It was an ocean of squirming, attentive little things, ready to do their utmost to make him cum over and over and over again.

The abysstide elemental had every opportunity to hide that she was a freak and she did not care at all to use any of them. John loved that.

A tiny wave of oddity was all the announcement John needed. He did not check on it, not until he had thrust back into Undine’s throat and felt all the tendrils wiggle in jubilation. They stuck to his length, gliding all over the rigid surface, as he entered at a fast, hard pace. Then, he finally turned his head.

Gnome and Nia returned his gaze from the corner of their eyes, their lips locked in a deep kiss. Both were rubbing their exposed, swollen cunts, while following the in and out of John’s dick. Despite the bioluminescence, it remained easy to track.

“And why are you here, hm?” John asked teasingly, his thrusts only increasing in speed. Undine’s eyes were steadily rolling up. Who knew just how sensitive she was making herself. In the old days, there had been a cap of how much erogenous slime she had access to. It still technically existed, but it was so high that they would never meet it. She could have shaped several bodies that were, head to toe, as sensitive as her clit.

“Horny,” Nia gave the expected, honest answer. One quick peck to Gnome’s cheek, then the pariah was suddenly behind Undine. Putting her face next to that of the goth slime, the blonde took a moment to carefully display her emotions. Her blank face shifted ever so subtly. The eyebrows quivered, her lids closed a little, her light pink lips parted. “You make me feel too good. Please take responsibility.”

‘Fuck me harder!’ Undine pleaded in his mind. ‘Master, my throat is yours!’

The combination of voiced desires, not to mention Gnome’s growing shouts, were getting John right back to the edge. Harder and harder, he slammed against the slime girl’s face. His balls smacked against her chin, a rhythm underlining the ecstatic sounds in the room. Nia wrapped her lithe limbs around the slime girl, flicking hard nipples and sinking into a gushing cunt.

‘Cum! Let me taste your cum!’ Undine’s words were clear in his mind, despite the totally dumb-fucked expression her face had taken. She ever was one to keep control of her voice, that wonderful siren. Even if she remained fully understandable, the cockdrunk tone of her singsong words was clear.

Slowing, John fucked her with redoubled hardness. Each time he slammed his cock down her throat, her tits and ass jiggled from the sheer force of the impact. Each time was a harsh surge of pleasure. Then, he was over the edge.

The alien lining of her throat went wild, each tendril trying to lap his cum up. It was made worse when he kept on thrusting. The cum that smeared over his shaft, the tendrils moved to reclaim. The taste of his seed combined with the squirming of her insides made Undine into a complete mess. Had the rubbing of the tendrils against each other also brought her pleasure, she would have possibly broken from the positive feedback loop.

Instead, she was just a gushing mess, between him and Nia, riding out a prolonged orgasm. John let her insides wring every last drop out of him. When he pulled out afterwards, he was let go with ease.

John released Undine’s horns, Nia her body, and the slime girl collapsed to the side, all spasms and melodic moans. Reality flickered, Nia stood in front of the Gamer, and he did not lose a single second to shove her against the nearest wall.

Lips mashed together, a passionate kiss with no holds barred. Tongues intertwined. Gnome moaned. Nia moaned, the sound muffled. Arms now wrapped around John’s neck. His hands glided down her lithe body, down to her slender, long legs. He took a firm grip. She was thin, but there was still meat to indent there. He raised her up and she jumped. Feet closed behind his back. He raised her a little higher, activated Master Stud, and let her descend on two cocks.

He had to stop, the lower of his pair of manhoods meeting with a solid barrier.

“Naughty girl,” he said, his voice husky with approval. To move from her thigh to her butt took little time, pulling the plug out a little more. He tossed it into the nearby sink, then resumed what he was doing.

Nia let out a prolonged sigh, while he filled out both of her holes. “I want it quick and hard,” she stated, wantonly and efficiently, once he was fully inside her.

“As you wish,” John said.

He hadn’t done much, or anything, in terms of foreplay since entering this room and this did not change with the blonde. Clinging onto him for dear life, the only thing tighter than her embrace were her holes.

Quick and hard was her request and that was what she got. A little ramp up time was required, for his cocks to be properly lubricated and her holes stretched, but then he was hammering her against the wall. It was constant, monotone repetition of the most ecstatic sort.

“Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!” her moans came out in quick, high-pitched bursts. “You’re breaking… me… yes, yes… more. Ah! Ah! Ah!” Bouncing up and down against the wall, she had a single request. “Harder!”

John grit his teeth and tried to oblige. Soon, he had reached a pace that made Nia’s head roll. Her medium sized breasts jiggled more intensely than their volume suggested. Then, to go even harder, he had to put her in a bear hug. Her slender midriff between his arms felt so dangerously thin, but he knew she could take it – and wanted to.

The sharp moans bordered on incoherent. Impacts kept her bouncing. Trimmed nails dug into his back. Nia’s expression fully derailed, eyes rolling up, tongue lolling out. She was entirely overwhelmed by the blurring speed of the double penetration.

“Please… stop….” He slowed. “Why… are you?”

“Nia, stop watching the kind of porn where the women say ‘no’ when they mean ‘yes’,” John chided her, immediately recognizing what was going on, then went right back to the hard pounding that made her ass ripple.

For minutes on end, there was nothing. Just the constant, hard fucking. At the side, Gnome and Undine were masturbating each other to the scene, trying desperately to keep each other in tune with the constant stream of pussy gushing orgasms Nia experienced. After the incident, Nia had given up on her successful, fledgeling attempts at dirty talk. Like all other things, she was slowly getting better.

The moans, however, were sweeter than any words.

The clapping of flesh against flesh. The up and down of quivering curves. The debauched, intense cries. Rolled up eyes, lolled tongue, corners of her lips curled into a cockdrunk grin, Nia was getting everything she bargained for – and then John suddenly came.

He was so concentrated on keeping the pace, he had not realized how close he was until the ecstasy broke over his mind like a tall wave. Muscle memory kept him thrusting even then, the motions growing jittery and infrequent. His cum gushed into her in absurdly sized streams. A massive load, even by his standards partly escaping when his unsteady motions drew back too far.

By the time the crackle in his eyes and ears receded, both of Nia’s holes were dripping an absolutely obscene amount of cum. Instincts still in control, he thrust fully back into her, and somehow pumped another full load into her. The stomach of the slender woman was bulging from how much was pooling inside both of her holes.

When John actually pulled out, the absolute mess that followed was fantastic. His cum oozed in hentai-worthy amounts from her holes, staining the ground. The Gamer enjoyed the sight for a few seconds, then realization dawned that this might be a problem.

“Don’t worry, Master,” Undine whispered in his ear. One Undine, it should be said. Two more were busy cleaning up the mess they had made, one latching onto Nia’s cunt, the other washing away what dripped out of her backdoor using magic. “Just empty yourself to your heart’s content.”

John remained unseen from the festivities for another thirty minutes.